Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.